Title: At Long Last - A Wedding Bells Alternate
Category: Who's the Boss
Summary: What happens when you mix too much wine and a secret love?
Rating:NC-17, NSFW, M
Spoilers: Wedding Bells
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
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3.
Tony wakes up first. He's on his back and his mouth is dry and disgusting. He moves and is hit with a sharp pain in his head. It isn't long before he remembers.
He looks over. Angela is plastered against his side, facing away from him. She must not have moved at all during the night. His arm is trapped under her but he feels cozy, her warm, bare skin touching his. He smiles. She is so sexy. But he also feels scared. He hopes he hasn't messed everything up.
He hears Angela take a deep breath. She rolls onto her back and ends up laying half on him. Tony can see her brow furrow and she makes a face. He can imagine she's got the same awful taste in her mouth. Then her eyes open.
"You okay?" he asks her.
"I don't know. My head hurts. I don't feel… oh, no."
She hops up, grabs her robe from the end of the bed, and rushes to the bathroom. Tony is grossed out - he doesn't manage the sight of someone getting sick very well - but he gets up, finds his shorts and puts them on, and follows her to the bathroom just in time to hear her get sick. He pauses and makes a face, forcing himself to check on her.
She flushes the toilet and goes to the sink to rinse her mouth and clean her teeth.
"Feel better?" he asks.
"Oh, Tony. How much did we drink?" she asks as she ties her robe properly around her.
"A lot."
"I feel horrible."
"Yeah. My head is killing me."
"You don't feel sick?"
"I never get sick after drinking." He steps closer to her. It's not the alcohol that's making his stomach uneasy. He needs to know if they are okay.
She shuts off the water and looks at him through the mirror. "I look horrible," she says.
"Nah. You look pretty good. Considering."
"Considering?" she says, brushing her teeth.
"Considering everything we did last night." He looks at her cautiously, hoping he hasn't opened a can of worms that he wasn't supposed to.
She finishes brushing her teeth, rinsing her mouth once more. She takes a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror, not meeting his eyes. Tony reaches out to her, his fingers grazing her back before he lets his hand drop. He wants her to stay calm, but he doesn't know what to do.
"You're not angry, are you?" he asks.
"Tony… I'm not angry. I'm…." She turns to face him finally. "I don't know what to say."
"Do you regret it?"
"No," she says, without doubt or hesitation. She looks down at her hands. "Do you?"
"No. No, Angela, I don't. I wish I wasn't so drunk. I could have done a lot better. I mean it, I can do a lot better. I was… I was worried that you, uh, maybe didn't really want to…."
"No, nothing like that…."
"Because we were pretty smashed and you looked so good and I really wanted to but I don't know if you…."
"No, Tony, it wasn't like that. I mean, we were both pretty out of it but if I wanted to stop I would have."
"Good."
Angela steps towards him suddenly and into his arms. She holds him around the waist and rests her head on his shoulder. He sighs in relief and holds her tightly, rubbing her back. He needed this reassurance. He kisses her head.
"Last night was pretty good though," he grins. "I remember that very clearly." He can feel her smile.
"It was very good. I always knew it would be."
"Yeah? My reputation precedes me."
She shakes her head at his joke. They're silent for a while and Tony enjoys this morning-after bliss.
"What do we do now?" she asks.
"I don't know. Let's just stay like this for a while."
She relaxes against his body and Tony feels the tension melt away as he holds her.
"I've got to pee," she says. He laughs.
"Just when we're getting comfortable." He lets go of her. "I'm gonna go downstairs and get breakfast started."
"Um, Tony, let's not tell anyone about anything until we talk, okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, okay."
Tony leaves the room, not sure if their talk will be good or bad. Whatever it is, he doesn't worry about it now, he's so happy he whistles as he goes to his own bathroom and gets ready for the day.
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Angela sits on her bed after Tony leaves. She doesn't know what to do. She's cautiously happy about what happened - she remembers it felt fantastic - but she's not sure what this means for them. This could have been a drunken night of passion for Tony, never to be repeated. For her, she could imagine herself married to him tomorrow.
Her bed is a mess, rumpled with the evidence of their activity last night. She remembers how he wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him securely. She remembers sleeping so peacefully pressed against him, hearing his soft snore in her ear. She remembers the feel of his soft, bare skin touching hers. The memory is so vivid that even though she's alone it makes her blush furiously.
Angela finally gets up to take a shower and reluctantly wash away the smell of him. She suddenly realizes they didn't use any protection, and she hasn't been on the pill for a long time, and has a momentary panic. She counts back, it hasn't been long since her last period, probably she's safe.
She pushes the thought from her mind. Nothing ever happens the first time anyway. She showers extra well just in case. She dresses, takes two aspirin, and goes downstairs.
Tony is already downstairs, making breakfast for the family. Everyone is at the table.
"Well, here she is," Mona says. "How are you feeling this morning, dear."
"Fine, thank you, mother." Angela glances at Tony but then looks away quickly. She feels as if everything is written all over her face.
"Morning," Tony says. "Want some eggs?" he asks her.
"Oh, god no," she says.
"Well, I've got my patented hangover cure for you." He puts a glass of tomato juice in front of her and her stomach rolls. She pushes the glass away.
"Oh god."
"How much did you drink?" Mona asks. "When I left you were fine."
"Things got a little wild after that," Tony says, putting a glass of water in front of Angela. She takes a tentative sip.
"Oh yeah?" Mona says. "How wild?"
"Too wild for children's ears," Tony says, serving up eggs.